Remember the taste of Shenzhen!
The apricot smell of rice banana, the sweetness of trees planted with flowers on both sides in front of Longhua Square, the indoor and outdoor tidal smell in rainy season, the smell of lo mei coming from fast food restaurants, the smell of cloth from cheap clothing stores, the smell of soybean milk cooked by the canteen master, and the smell of two children playing in the wind in the square opposite Lianhua Mountain. ...
Every smell is natural and unforgettable.
Remember the temperature in Shenzhen!
When I first got off the plane, it was hot and humid, as if I had just come out of the bathhouse in my hometown in Northeast China. The key is to wear a spring and autumn coat. More than 20 degrees, more than 30 degrees, is the temperature I have been looking forward to. That kind of warmth makes me feel that I have been surrounded by an inexplicable enthusiasm, which makes me full of joy but pretends to be at a loss. I am happy, most of my emotions are still happy, extremely happy.
Remember the green of Shenzhen! That's really different from the green in the northeast, or there is only one kind of green. In addition, she has four or five kinds of green, light green and dark green ... it seems to be much more complete than the green of the 48-color watercolor pen when she was a child. Wherever you go, there are green, busy streets and remote streets. All the way is green, so green that you are full of hope, so green that the city looks like a teenager. I still remember sitting on the bus to the flower market. I have been staring out the window, staring at my own collapse. Novelty and upsurge are irresistible.
Remember the streets of Shenzhen! There are many small streets, which are also dirty and messy. Small advertisements have already made the walls airtight, not to mention three floors and five floors. The buildings are too close together. If the windows are all open to the outside, then each house should only open one third. This is an exaggeration. But it is no exaggeration to say that if the two companies have a relationship, they can definitely kiss and hold hands. A mother leads her five or six-year-old daughter. Mother seems to be wearing pajamas and her hair is simply tied up. Children's clothes are also colorful, buried eight times, much like children in the village, frowning in the sun, simple and casual.
Remember the flowers in Shenzhen! Mountain! Sea! The first time I saw someone else's postcard with a greenhouse printed on it. For the first time, I climbed such a high Wutongshan with the elves. I saw for the first time what is blue and what is a rough sea.
The owner of the greenhouse has some enthusiasm, and it can be seen that she takes good care of every plant, as if with love. Some are freezing cold, and she doesn't care if you take a fancy to her flowers. It's all fake anyway.
The cool riders rode hard with high-pitched songs. When you are tired, just look at the scenery at the foot of the mountain. It looks indifferent and slightly lonely. On the top of the mountain, there is a brother holding a guitar and singing loudly in the clouds. The wind is always changing, and I have heard the songs, but I feel that the dream is so great. I can't hold back, I can't wait to fly there, but I'm a little reserved and shy, and I hate that I always hold back a torrent of power when I should be presumptuous. Jumping around on all the stones, I finally arrived at a charming and unforgettable concert scene, and the little fans sang with him and were moved. During the intermission, I asked the dreamer to sing me a song. I sang Leo with full anxiety and courage. When the wind came, the audience ran to see the scenery below the mountain after the fog was blown away. They sang a bubble with full of tension and embarrassment. There was no signal at the top of the mountain, so they borrowed someone else's mobile phone to read the lyrics. The dreamer helped me play the guitar until I couldn't keep up with the beat. I sang the second half myself. I returned to my companion with embarrassment and tension. A girl actually expressed her support for me when she went down the mountain. I don't know if she sympathizes with me. I only have one thought, that is, I feel good anyway! You don't know me anyway!
The Rose Coast is beautiful! But the sand there is too thick! Your foot is hurt. I'm still worried when I think about it now! The sea is so fierce that everyone is scared to death! The seaweed was poor, too, and a person was washed ashore. The badminton on the big stone looks so dense that I feel a little sick. I picked up small shells of various colors and put them in small plastic bags. I am very happy! I really feel like a conch girl. My companion wrote the words Harbin on the beach. I took photos as a souvenir. I wonder how many people have done this. Maybe we are the first! Then, we went to Dameisha for free. I never thought that free sand is more exquisite than 20 tickets 100 times 1000 times! I think this is the real beach. My feet don't hurt at all, but they are very comfortable. I looked at those tall statues, stretching freely and gracefully. How beautiful! Then at the neat Dameisha guards. Well, yes, it's beautiful! Look at those little pink houses by the sea. They are patchwork. Is that the legendary sea view room?
Remember the people of Shenzhen! My sister in the dormitory is from Guangxi. She can speak Cantonese, play basketball and cook. I like her to accompany me to the square to watch the handsome guy dance the ghost step, like her black-and-white treatment of people and things, and like that she always grabs time when singing. ...
There is an old man at the intersection. Grandpa plays the pipa, and grandma is in a wheelchair, with her head down and a headscarf. Grandpa likes playing, but grandma seems tired of listening. Seven-and eight-year-old children on the sidewalk rode small bicycles and ran straight to the blisters until they were trapped by mud and stepped into a puddle, only to remember to call their mother back. The mother laughed and scolded her son, but when she heard her laughter, his son burst into tears. Another day, in order to go to a fun park by bus for a long time, I wanted to sit on a stool and have a rest after getting off the bus, and just stumbled into the gap between the stool and the stop sign. The aunt next to me asked me in surprise, what's the matter, son? When I say nothing, I just feel a little carsick in the car, but if I don't feel dizzy, I'm stupid. I chatted with my aunt while she was waiting for the bus, because I recognized the northeast accent. She used to be a doctor in Shenyang and lived here for a long time. Coincidentally, a countryman in a foreign land is extraordinarily natural and kind.
How can you not miss such a city? Even if I plan to settle in another city, her name is Xiamen.